Criminal -

Walking through the streets by day

I’m stepping up too fast

I see the faces gaze at me

The faces of first class

They turn their heads

And point at me

I feel like an invader

What the hell do they all mean

Don’t even ask me why

Do they think that I’m a criminal

Do they care for my long hair

Wait hold on don’t point your finger I’m no criminal

I guess I’ll get to walking there

I saw a few weeks later

The boys and girls all dressed the same

If only in their favour

The parents of the boys and girls

Could not believe at all

They’re living in their simple minds theyll never understand